Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651Ainsworth, William Harrison
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Boscobel; or, the royal oak: A tale of the year 1651
Ainsworth, William Harrison
Great Britain -- History -- Commonwealth and Protectorate, 1649-1660 -- Fiction
Meantime, the officer in command of the detachment had come to the
determination of arresting Dame Gives and her supposed servant, and
he was about to send a guard with them to Northleach, when the two
troopers came up. At once recognising the horse, they felt sure the
disguised groom must be the king, and fearful of losing their prize
they made no remark, but immediately offered to take charge of the
prisoners and conduct them to Northleach. Greatly to the satisfaction
of the cunning troopers, their proposal was accepted.
Committing the prisoners to their charge, the officer rode off with
his men, while the two troopers, secretly exulting in their good
fortune, and feeling now secure of their prize, placed the supposed
royal captive between them, resolved to take him to Bristol, and there
deliver him up to the commander of the garrison, and claim the rich
reward.
Meanwhile Charles, finding he was not pursued, made his way across the
wolds in the direction of Northleach, and passing on the right of that
town, which was then an important mart for cloth and wool, returned
to the Foss Way. Unable to ascertain what had become of Careless and
Dame Gives, the king was greatly concerned that he could render them no
assistance.
The morning, as we have already intimated, had been extremely fine,
but within the last hour a change had taken place, and the blackness
of the heavens portending a heavy thunder-storm, Charles looked about
anxiously for a place of shelter.
They were again on the Foss Way, with nothing but the bare wolds spread
out around them, like the billows of a tempestuous sea.
Jane pointed out a solitary barn about a quarter of a mile off on the
left, and as soon as he could descend from the elevated road which he
was tracking, Charles rode quickly in that direction.
Just as they reached the barn the storm came on with great violence.
The flashes of lightning were almost incessant, the peals of thunder
awfully loud, and the rain came down in torrents.
It was now so dark that except for the lightning they could not see
many yards before them, and as Charles rode into the barn through the
open door, he called out to ascertain whether anyone was within, but
no answer being returned he dismounted, and after assisting Jane to
alight, led his horse to a stall at the further end of the barn, and
fastened him up. This done, he returned to Jane.
Almost deafened by the peals of thunder, they were looking out through
the open door upon the wolds, and watching the progress of the
storm, when a brighter flash than any that had gone before revealed a
startling spectacle.
"Gracious heavens!" ejaculated Charles, "either my eyes deceived me, or
I saw Careless and Dame Gives guarded by a couple of troopers."
"You were not deceived, sire," replied Jane. "I saw them distinctly.
Their captors are evidently coming to seek shelter here."
As she spoke, another brilliant flash revealed the party.
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